Falthor shook his arms out to dislodged some of the soaked water before heading over to the fire, stripping off his coat and shirt. Sem walked over to the chest and popped it open to reveal four bags of gold.
Sem- When my inspections are done I can give the farmers their first payment.
Barlen- I hope we can meet your standards then. Are any of you hungry?
Barlen nodded, heading over to the far end of the room and rooting through a few cupboards.
Barlen- I'll give you a while to dry off by the fire and then I'll throw a pot over it. Shouldn't take long to get something to fill you lot up.
Falthor- Appreciate that.
Falthor had taken off his boots and up ended them near the fireplace, the puddle he poured out of them quickly started to dry away under the heat of the fire.
**Once in the house and the chest had been taken care of, Loire was simply too wrapped up in getting warm to do much else. Though she perked up at the mention of food.**
Loire - Doubly appreciated. Thank you for your kindhearted gentry, sir.
Sem- I have some notes made by the last surveyor to come by here. They're very brief, though; he was more focused on the farmhold than Mister Fleece here.
Marius nodded in appreciation of Loire's knowledge.
Marius - From what our new friend here told us of his meeting with Barlen and our own welcome inside from the man himself, I'd say that does seem to be the case.
The Warrior yawned deeply and took another sip from Calabash.
Falthor- They'll be even more civil if they don't think they're doing well, try to sway Sem's opinion favourably.
Barlen- No need to worry about that. I'm leaving you lot to yourselves once I've hung up this soup to bubble.
The farmer crossed the room and slung the massive pot he'd been working with over the fire. The blazing heat from the fireplace dropped to a warm glow as the soup blocked a lot of it out. Barlen gave the group a nod before disappearing into the back rooms again.
**Loire was perhaps the only one amongst them who would not have heard the rumors circulating of the fierce Jakari. Though not wanting to seem entirely naïve to the ways of the world, the girl added a smattering of Sylvan she had acquired to her inquiry of the nameless hero.**
Loire - That is a rather nom de mystère, monsieur. How did you come by it?
Loire - Thank Falthor's presence of mind, all I could think about was getting warm.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Jakari - "What's in the box?"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Sem- When my inspections are done I can give the farmers their first payment.
Barlen- I hope we can meet your standards then. Are any of you hungry?
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Barlen- I'll give you a while to dry off by the fire and then I'll throw a pot over it. Shouldn't take long to get something to fill you lot up.
Falthor- Appreciate that.
Falthor had taken off his boots and up ended them near the fireplace, the puddle he poured out of them quickly started to dry away under the heat of the fire.
Loire - Doubly appreciated. Thank you for your kindhearted gentry, sir.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Marius - I was planning on it. I was just wondering how well prepared the surveyors are for dealing with the people they have to speak with.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Loire - Oh. Oh well, if it's any help, from what I've learned while studying, homesteaders are known for their reputation of civility.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Marius - From what our new friend here told us of his meeting with Barlen and our own welcome inside from the man himself, I'd say that does seem to be the case.
The Warrior yawned deeply and took another sip from Calabash.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Barlen- No need to worry about that. I'm leaving you lot to yourselves once I've hung up this soup to bubble.
The farmer crossed the room and slung the massive pot he'd been working with over the fire. The blazing heat from the fireplace dropped to a warm glow as the soup blocked a lot of it out. Barlen gave the group a nod before disappearing into the back rooms again.
Jakari - "Looks like the man likes to let his work speak for itself."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Marius - Since you're now a member of our crew, what do you call yourself? My name is Marius.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Jakari - "Just Jakari will do."
The group had likely heard rumors about the nameless jakari.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Loire - That is a rather nom de mystère, monsieur. How did you come by it?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Jakari - "By losing everything that made me the man that I was."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
I--please forgive me, if I have given offense. My master often told me that I was too loquacious for my own good.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Jakari - "The web of life is composed of many strands that don't always intersect. Ignorance only offends a fool."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
The enforcer had propped his feet up on a spare chair and apparently at some point snagged a bowl of soup and a spoon.
Jakari - "It's mostly common sense."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together